Phantom Tails Novels & Stories

FatPiggy: “It's definitely a prank! Something is going on with the clans, maybe some shy and hidden prodigy is coming out of his cocoon now. This guy is not Clanless.” Goblin_123: “If I could only have half of his skills… his trident looks so fucking gorgeous.” 9Triangle9: “Hhahaha… Excellent!! that's how a real man is supposed to fight.” Thot_Slayer: “Hey Guys! I know Phantom’s identity. It’s Joe mama XD”

Not long after, the black glow began momentarily swirling in the air before finally forming the silhouette of a phantom-like humanoid! Upon closer inspection, the phantom appeared to be a young man who had a hooked nose, and a pair of upward-slanting brows that laid above eyes that occasionally glinted evilly. Who would’ve imagined that this phantom-like humanoid—who had supposedly already existed for tens of thousands of years—would still retain the appearance of a young man!

But now, she could only follow his order. Instantly, her nine tails disappeared. "It looks a little strange!" Woody furrowed his brows. He said with a look of disdain, "Shrink your body as well. When I told you to hide your tails, I didn't mean to hide all of that. You look like a dog without a tail now. "Ah, that's it! You should still have tails after all. That looks more normal! "Can you shrink just a little more? It doesn't look balanced. Don't you have any sense of aesthetics?"

Twisting as she flies, clawing at one target, then breathing fire at another before sending two more fireballs at the last remaining targets, headshots. When she lands in the centre of the area, she suddenly feels a bit too short. Like she was just a few inches shorter. Callie looks at herself and Eliza gasps, she was maybe five-feet tall, and the same sort of length, but her tail went on for miles. Well, seven and a bit feet, but still. She fluffs it out a bit, it’s almost exactly like a peacock’s tail, with the eyes and everything, just in shades of red, orange, yellow and gold. She smiles inwardly,

he whispered against my mouth. As the Phantoms began to move down the ridge, their red taillights forming a long, winding snake of fire through the mountain passes, I looked out at the Pacific. The water was black, cold, and silent, hiding the remains of the yacht and the secrets of the Board. The "New Blood Reign" wasn't a title we had stolen; it was a debt we were paying in advance to the dark.

And froze. Charging toward her was a massive fox, its body sleek and shadow-black, but with nine great tails fanned behind it, each burning faintly with a strange light, red, gold, white, violet, and colors she couldn’t even name. Its eyes glowed an unearthly crimson, fixed directly on her. It wasn’t just big, it was colossal. Taller than a horse, broader than a bear. Each step made the ground quake as though the world itself was bowing to it.

The creature crawled around on its belly, dragging its slender form around the table and shaking off icy crystals with every movement. Gods, it looked so fragile. Now that its tail had unfurled, she could see it was bigger, or at least longer, than she had initially thought, but even then, it was scarcely as long as her arm from fingertip to elbow including the flexible tail now swiping from left to right. Its scales were so small she could hardly tell where each individual one began and ended, all of them an almost translucent blue-tinged white that shimmered under the torchlight’s flickering illumination. There was a shifting light underneath them, too, that reminded her of a frozen waterf

Chapter 32: Finrir The Bard pt 1 Tritan carefully guided Finrir towards the cage, allowing Joe and Bryan to observe the unique appearance of Finrir's two tone tail. Finrir's front was adorned in a pristine white shade, beautifully contrasting with the fan-like pattern of black along the back of his tail, reminiscent of the majestic orcas that roamed the ocean. Even his dorsal fin bore a stri resemblance to that of an orca, exuding power and grace.

While snacking on her lunch, Maria paid attention to the words her grandfather was saying. "Phantom beats are sinister and vile creatures that feed on human flesh and fears. They are extremely dangerous and are twice as hard to take down compared to regular magical beasts. Luckily, you'll never have to encounter such creatures, since beast-types outnumber phantom-type creatures. But if you ever encounter one... run." The heavy, intense gaze of her grandfather caused a cold chill to sweep over Maria's body.